We were born in the seventies the rippin and rhyming and brethren see we're filling taste great in the old school I was eight for the new school I was late but in high school I was debate I rate in the great state of California, I'm warning ya Me no je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette! I kick non sense in French tasty like Crepe Suzette I bet your feelin' famished for a 311 sandwich but not the wack dj's that I'ma damage I like a beat that's unique and yes I like my head zooming and in my Continental you know that shit's booming with the diamond in the back suicide doors you can look from here to eternity and never receive your morsel
Another tale of ordinary madness the girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say all I really wanna is to feel nirvana won't you take me tonight and we just might find a bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature your tongue lickin' up my tongue your radio pickin' up a Smokey jazz love song madness becomes you even though your livin' life it's hard to exist when you're tempted by flesh you wanna bust through beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry she bends and suspends and her ass is a marvelous thing a dance dancin' at a club the hereafter who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter and she won't hear applause cuz your drunk and lost all light is gone, your arms spread like across and you're dreaming that the world will soon fall apart topless girl in your gaze which is hazy takes your dollar in the gutter without cigarettes or wine you're hungover I was warned of your normal behavior and felt my life was too short to consider your wack self it's like this when you dip down and you are boxin' reeling against the ropes and you face some young Mexican your scrappin' your neck gets snapped back your eyes have bled your thinking' this is your comeback but your takin' it to the head you little bastard better watch you back cuz we're after your punk ass by God we're gonna jack it you're played out and small time and your show is over you're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover and your older ho bag sceezer in her droopy saggy skin who thought she was a model but in truth a never-has-been you both are fools, you and your kid friends too there is a bite in your lip the way love used to
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